The Circle – Cause And Effect – A Reflection

These little reflections The Circle and Cause And Effect were authored by Akiane kramarik between the ages of 7-11 in her book titled My Dream Is Bigger Than I – Memories of Tomorrow – Part Six Page 276 — “You will need your own copy of this book to view the full text of this poem.  I limit quotes for the purpose of discussion and to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes.”

The featured image I choose for this reflection is of a smaller chartered plane during our time in France…I enjoyed our time in France…I love the countryside better than the big cities like Paris…In The Circle Akiane writes “invitation invites itself”…I left out a small part of that tiny reflection as part of building the mystery that is Akiane Kramarik and to encourage my readers to purchase your very own copy of Akiane’s amazing book of prose…Also to follow copyright guidelines that allows for limited quotes for purposes of this review which is in the form of a series of reflections…In Cause and Effect Akiane writes…”misspell the question miss the answer”…I left out tiny parts of that reflection as well…Have you ever received an invitation that filled you with dread…I have and this may sound strange…I received a written invitation to Harvard…Not as a student as a young professional as I was a very young professional having graduated at the age of twenty with my Bachelor of Science in Business Administration with an Economics minor…Yes I got that invite and it filled me with dread…I decided not to go because the invite intimidated me…I said to myself Harvard is too stuffy for ones like me sure I would never fit in and I am too small to go to places like Harvard…I was a head hunter at a young age I was very young for the kind of work that I did which included FIFO work days fly in and fly out in the same day or sometimes spend an overnight and return within a day or two…That kind of work was very tiring and for folks who never worked FIFO there is nothing glamorous about work like that and then being hit on by male narcissists is the worst…I had that happen a lot how I got these male pigs off my back was by simply focusing exclusively on the task at hand and why I was there which drove these jerks to anger…They would get angry and storm away since they got nowhere with me…Had I responded in any other manner such as correcting them for a thing I would be accused of assuming and or of making untoward remarks about such pillars of high society. So I said nothing and simply focused ad nauseam to the task at hand…Ever want to scare a narcissist simply predict their futures I do it all the time with uncanny accuracy…Narcissists are very predictable due to their egos being very fragile and damaged I simply return any toxic shame narcs try to transfer to me back on them…How to beat a narcissist is simply to never give sway to their twisted lines of thinking or arguments…Narcissists are very boring and very predictable and once you have narcs figured out they are no match and often run or flee from your presence for ones like myself can see past their outward sorry sad shows to their core which is a fragile fragmented ego…I was once questioned by a narcissist who wanted to know my plans…I was so boring why I said I had no plans I was boring like a dull rock…I had plans I was about to hop on a chartered plane to my destination but I never said a thing to that narc…Nope I was boring plain Jane all day long…It is also true in a court of law that question and answer sessions greatly depend on how the question is phrased…Successful attorney’s understand well the craft of carefully crafted questions so as to evoke the desired response in a timely manner so as to win the case…Law is in a way like sales closing a case can in many respects be like closing a business deal…I am not a lawyer so I would agree that it is true that what I say does not apply to every case as cases vary on type and scope…In arbitration cases though and in compensation cases then what I say would be more applicable…Horrible people can behave very badly yet be oh so polite and courteous and professional without cussing or saying an untoward word yet these swamp scum are worse than a drunken sailor who cusses all the time…I am going to explain to you a situation I encountered and how I squeezed the balls of the narcs responsible for putting my in a bad position by getting written responses something I was told would not be a likely event meaning a response in writing…Notice that I never name participants because I am not into the whole “Cancel Culture” concept of publicly shaming bad businesses…I have my own ways of dealing with what I call Bhad Bhabies to play on words…I took the words Bhad Bhabies from the talented artist called Bhad Bhabie…This young woman figured out how to capitalize on crazy and she makes tons of money “talkin shit from her bich mouth n she aint’ yo mama”…Cause like “that’s what I said”…”you on my nerves u gonna get served” – Bhad Bhadie – Thank you Bhad Bhabie for inspiring me to stand up to both male and female Biches…Holla…I will share some of her crazy songs at the end of this reflection…I have had to put many male and female biches in their places over the years…Not an easy task but when someone has to do it leave to me I do it and I get these swamp scum served…I have had many a male and female bich talkin shit about me from their mamma’s houses and porches behind my back…The time has come for my word to return all that negativity back to its source so these biches gonna eat their words cause like “that’s what I said”…Yo….Bhad Bhabie inspires me because she is young and fearless and very smart…Do not be fooled by Bhad Bhabie’s bad English that girl is brilliant…Now that I shared that I will tell you a short story…Take a deep breath N chill y’all it’s ok I don’t drive N I ain’t got no white van and I ain’t no white rabbit either…Holla…Wait till I’m ten feet tall then ya’ll can ask me anything at all but I tell ya I don’t know it all…Now time for a short story Biches…

Listen Up Yo Biches

Like I was try’n to use my bank card N my bank card would not work right so that meant I had to call the fraud alert company far too many times only to be given wrong information that drove me wild…The staff were pleasant the staff were polite the staff were professional pieces of shite…The staff were not rude but they had real bad attitudes…The staff told me yo Bich you can use your bank card there ain’t no fraud here…So I would go to use my bank card N I got so many declines that I almost peed my pants I was so damn wound up…So I got up N I got pissed N I ripped em a new one for being professional dip shits…I was told no written apology was in sight so I saw fit to file many a complaint to make these dip shits make this right…I got a response in writing that placed the blame on my Bank full of many wankers who thought I was an easy prank…The bank tried to scare me by force closing my bank account which is retaliation and is a serious crime…The bank refused to tow the line and escalated their own mess…So I put egg on their faces by publishing their horrible bad manners n all…After all they were not rude or untoward they did not yell or cuss but they created quit a fuss…Some staff tried to fill me with fear like lead by filling my head with veiled threats like tungsten lead…I filed extensive reports on ways body language was used to make me feel wrongly accused N abused…Enough people know my story N this is my shout out to the big corporate bullies who thought I was an easy stupid lout…You crossed the wrong one this time around and if something untoward is done to me or my family…Vengeance will be had and my life will be avenged should a hair on my head be harmed in anyway shape or form…The ones who bring me down will not wear the crown…They will be destroyed once and for all one at a time over a period of time…Vengeance will be had though vengeance is not mine to dole out…Vengeance will be had for the ones lurking about hell sent and hell bent on destroying ones like me…Come again biches I do not come from the same family tree…You mess with me you mess with my tribe you mess with my tribe you mess with the just living and deceased you stir up the dust…You piss me off N you get on my nerves you bout to be served if I were you biches I would run biches run…Cause you ain’t running me off as this is my show I am the boss this be my rodeo…I do not deal in fear I do not deal in death I do not deal in abuse I do not deal in terror I do not deal in veiled threats I deal in mystical wrath…You wanna be in my show you dance to my tune you do what you are told or you better run run run…I do not need a gun to command respect from the streets N the ones with the power do not control the hour when wrath will be served with great power and might for my boss is one mighty and strong not from this world and whose power lives on…I have a muscular heart with an eternal soul as such I am incorruptible immortal and whole…When my body is dead my soul lives on for I am immortal sturdy and strong…Like a bad game of chess where the white night causes duress and is talking backwards leaving the red queen off with her head…Tis sheer madness I tell ya to fill our heads with lead full of lies and deceit from logic and proportion gone reckless and mad…Tis a very bad show with many entrapment scenarios with many a bird cage ready to trap many an unwary bank account holder…Oh Snap! Snap! Snap! Snap!…I get written responses though I am told that’s not a likely event…I myself am an atypical anomaly one who does not follow the script and who is not limited to billable codes and billable hours and algorithm flowers…To unwary bank account holders and bank debit card users watch out for the white rabbit portal of a very naughty algorithm so badly behaved it’s worse than the mad hatter at a tea party…This is my show my own rodeo N I am the boss so you do as you are told…Never let big bullies push you around the time has come to send bullies back to the pound…

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That is my own creative writing piece addressing horrible corporate giant bullies…As a thank you for reading this reflection enjoy my latest song titled Listen Up Yo Biches and my latest little ditty called Six Word Song which is a very silly six word song inspired by Pooja who is an amazing blogger who came up with the concept of a Six Word Story…Pooja this post is for you…My six word story for this blog post is this…”Biches Be Goin To The Pound”…

…………Namaste…………

…………”Biches Be Goin To The Pound” – A little six word story ditty…………
Listen Up Yo Biches – Six Word Story – “Biches Be Goin To The Pound”
…………My first little Six Word Story song – A silly little ditty…………
…………Thank you Bhad Bhabie for being you cause like “That’s what u said”………….
……….I luv this crazy song just cause it’s so fucking crazy – you Go Bhad Bhabie………..
………..Luv this bad theatrical show too…The court scene is hilarious……….
…Perfect Haloweenie bad show – Yo Beastie Motherfucking false Besties Be Goin To The Pound Holla…Luv the ad for hot head oil I’ma Bout to buy me some cause I don’t give shit…